I come home from work on Friday and my husband, who is feeding Emma a bottle, looks at me and says, "I know I've said some strange things to you... but this one is true. Your daughter crawled under the couch and pooped." To qualify we have a futon couch. So, it is possible. I just looked dumb founded. He looked at me and said it again with emphasis. All I could do is look at my daughter and laugh. She's been trying really hard to crawl lately. We let her play on l/r floor and she gets around. She hadn't really crawled until then. Jack said that when she got under there he heard a big fart and then could smell it...... He had to get on the floor and drag her out from under the couch to clean her up.
It still makes me giggle.
Last night we were playing on the floor. I got up to get a drink. I turned my head 10 seconds. Maybe. When I turn back she's crawling. Backwards and headed under the couch. I looked at her and said."Do you need some privacy to poop now?"
She didn't poop but she bumped the back of her head on the metal bar a couple of times. I stepped in to avoid the inevitable screams when she gave herself a good whack.